Short Spotlights Poems

intense moonlight spotlights the earth~dawn destroys the light

 © Harry J Horsman 2017...

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Coloured  rays  from  clouds  .

Spotlights  on  the  horizon    .

Featuring  blue  seas  ....

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sunbeams bursting through
fernlike leaflet foliage 
spotlights in the shade
when the day mingles with night
swarms of hidden life appear...

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spotlights dim at plays end ...   plot now absorbed so we must all walk away












... CayCay Jennings
December 28, 2017...

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As we chased
Spotlights, 

So did I find
Your perversions
Fearfully
Desirable.

What with 
the oil in that
Hotel room, it
Must have 
Been obvious 
to you. 

Speeding along, 
Awaiting for Death
by a forklift
in Winter....

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graceful dusk dancers
in step with the summer breeze
an evening soiree

fragrant bouncing blooms
along with green nighttime trees
undulate wildly

tall grasses quiver
birds dip while immersed in song
in firefly spotlights...

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I look to the sky
a dark friendly sky

music stilled spotlights fade
I look for stars in the sky

friends offer last hugs
under a cover of clear sky

darkness opens its arms
I embrace a welcoming sky

promises of many tomorrows
whisper an endless sky...

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On a Washington midnight thirteen bug-eating bats
descend upon the Air Force Memorial spotlights
drawn to swarms of their favorite insect dinners.
What a spectacular sight! Wings of evil crowding ‘round the spires!
But they cannot compare with the other species of bloodsuckers!...

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There are red carpets
untouched by my feet
and film credits without my name.

Microphones not knowing my voice
and lenses unfamiliar with my face.

Spotlights I will not stand in,
stages I will not appear on.

People I will never get to meet.

And there is only one heart all of this is breaking....

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these unconventional cats who are dicks
forties detectives to you out of comic strips
make others nervous anyway me

go by their last names, like Marlo or Spade
interrogate  usual suspects under spotlights
look to save a damsel or two

offices are dirty
in a sordid side of town
I run from these dicks...

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Gone are the days of her anthem 
Raw notes of emotion exposed
Feeling flat and the audience sharp
Missing one octave after another
Drenched in fear of rejection
Vulnerability stifled in perfection
Strangled at the mere peep of her unique voice
Spotlights amplify the performance
Lights, action, cut
Silence protects the broken...

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Five, six seven and
down the stairs we go.

Dancing steps carry us
toward applauding crowd
as we are singing Viva Las Vegas.

The King and I.
In Marilyn Monroe’s pink, sequin dress.

At the very bottom we get on one knee
and throw our hands in the air.

The blinding spotlights fade
and I wake up.

Now I know.

Dedicated to E.P....

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the time for struggle is over
rest your head and let the coolness of the end quietly arrest your body and mind
allow the effervescent smiles of blankness to set your soul free and turn your stressed out being into vapors in past tense
when the New Day comes, all mirrors of life are fixated with renovated spotlights
 the time for Thanks is Here....again.......

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Stunning in a hot pink dress
Under spotlights, does impress
Elegance and fabric flow
Radiance and smile glow

Captivates this poet's heart
Compares to no one, set apart
From all others, style and grace
A natural, she sets the pace 

And when onstage begins to sing 
The walls in heaven start to ring
Resounding from angelic voice
No further contest, she's the choice...

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Thoughts juggle aspect of your character
Defining your perfections
Spotlights burnishing on curves
I dare to turn my attention
As your love walks a tight rope
While balancing a gorgeous smile on the index 
And the wit of charisma on the ring finger
My heart gasps to see your charm do precarious acrobatics   
Till realization reminds me your beauty skin deep, 
origins of the soul
You are my circus...

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They say Maestro,
but standing ovations leave me cold
like leftover spaghetti too long in the fridge
then thrown out with the trash,
where all useless things end up
leaving only empty containers.

The music no longer inspires
to heights unattainable;
the magic of spotlights 
no longer warms my lonely nights,
as you did once long ago
before I let ovations and spotlights
replace the essence of you....

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Pretty and sweet Nicolette.
Your voice was one I could not forget.
There were unforgettable songs you sang in your day.
It is so unfortunate that you have gone away.
Neil wrote a piece that was just right for you.
Learning of your fate made me feel blue.
From the spotlights on earth, you bid adieu.
You must be in heaven above,
singing your one great hit, “Lotta Love”.

Dedicated to the late Nicolette Larson...

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Iron bars bent open begins the show
A black and white striped bonanza
A ballet of bravado under midnight skies

The bashful dancer eschews an eager audience
A plethora of prances covers an endless stage
His legs lilt inside a labyrinth of forgotten leisure

And no matter the truth of his turbulent persona
Tireless desires to dance and devour deliverance
Is what drives him from the spotlights in the dark
   

March 18, 2016...

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Oh sweet flower of passion
Baby your body is a movie theater spotlights
One star shining brightly beautiful light
Burning inside hot flames
Every moment special
Singing heaven finds an angel
In you

How deep the silver lining
Softening the silence on a temperate breeze
Two hustled tears that ignite and alight
Floating on gilded tides
Leaving the literal
Bringing essence birthing changes
Anew

© Co write Liam McDaid/Kim van Breda...

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the eye-catching leaves
strutting in the gentle breeze~
November spotlights

leaves spin to silence 
as they sway among the trees~ 
bright thirsty blossoms 

floral leaf coated 
make a motion to the stream~ 
golden craving blooms 

cold first migration 
a white feather falls gently~
as opposed to drift

Written: November 12, 2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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Mimsy began life in the circus as a clown.
Starting her days with a painted frown.
It was her normal, and she liked it. It suited her fine.
Ringmaster appointed her to be a ballerina named Clementine.

Mimsy was now a ballerina, and she felt weird in the tights.
She did not like wearing a tutu, the fame or the spotlights.
She wore her clown sad face to remind her of a better time.
Before the ringmaster made her a ballerina named Clementine....

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Standing ‘neath the spotlights
Burning white and blue
Calling on the muses
For something real and true

The theater is a sanctuary
A hallowed, fertile ground
Where humans mix with mystics
And the ancient wise abound

The poet, and the prophet
The shaman, and the priest
Displaying all the archetypes
From the greatest to the least

We’ll never tire of stories
For that is what we are
The theater is a universe
And we its blemished stars...

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I think of you when I read 
You're always the main character I see 
You're in every story, indeed 
 
Your name is everywhere I'll be 
I see it flashing like spotlights 
You're my humble plea 
 
I think of you everyday and every night 
And all hours in between 
You're never lost in my sight 
 
You're the actor in every scene 
My lover and my peer 
The girl I've always seen 
 
I think of only you my dear 
You're voice is the only sound I hear...

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I flee from the reality of self
In blind attempt at being self-less
Confronting an enlightened self-interest.

I have stepped into the shadows
Allowed them the spotlights curse
of cheers and boos of curtain calls.

Suppress the urge to take the stage
Permit them praise, and failures fury
Deny them not their bloodied glory.

I do it not for them but self
To touch the hem of passing whim
In closing act of one-night stand.

John G. Lawless
©3/30/3023...

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I have to write of the Cape’s evening skies
Of apricot seas and swooping gull’s cries,
Light fading from gold to deep blue, bit by bit -
Table Mountains silhouette, hauntingly backlit
By hidden spotlights far above the town line -
The warm smell of fynbos, of kelp and of vine.

Silver moon pathways across the sea, starlit skies
A shimmering chorus of crickets’ cries
The sudden “chuck-chuck” of a guinea fowl’s warning -
The earth wheeling silently on her course toward morning....

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